I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. I had had a nightmare, but I couldn't remember what it was about. I looked around, trying to calm down. My room was plunged in darkness, but I could see the moon shining through the window.
I got up and walked to the window. The moon was full, and its glow illuminated the landscape. I felt drawn to it, as if it were calling me. I placed my hand on the glass, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. I turned around, but no one was there. I looked around, trying to see if anything had moved. But everything was still.
I felt a bit ridiculous. I must have had a nightmare, that was all. I lay down again and tried to fall back asleep. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me.
I finally got up and went to the kitchen to make myself some tea. The house was silent, and I felt a little lonely. I looked out the window, and I saw the moon still shining.
Suddenly, I had an idea. I remembered a book I had read a few years ago about werewolf legends. I wondered if it could have something to do with my nightmare.
I went upstairs and looked for the book in my bookcase. I found it and began to leaf through it. The pages were yellowed, and the illustrations were a bit frightening. But I kept reading.
The legends of werewolves were fascinating. People believed that werewolves were supernatural creatures, capable of transforming into wolves. Some believed that werewolves were human beings who had been cursed by the gods.
I continued to read, increasingly captivated by the stories. And then, I saw something that made me jump. An illustration of a woman transforming into a wolf. She had the same eyes as me.
I felt a little dizzy. I didn't know what to do. I looked at the illustration again, and then I closed the book. I felt a bit ridiculous. It was just a legend, after all.
But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was happening. Something I didn't understand.
I went downstairs to the kitchen and made myself another tea. I felt a little lost, but I knew I had to keep looking for answers.
And then, I saw something that made me jump again. A piece of paper on the table, with a handwritten message.
"You are one of them."
I felt frozen. Who had written that? And what did they mean?
I looked around, but no one was there. I felt alone and scared.
And then, I saw the moon shining through the window. It seemed bigger and brighter than ever.
I felt drawn to it, as if it were calling me. And then, I knew what I had to do.
I had to go outside and follow the moon.
I took a deep breath and opened the door. The night was cold and dark, but I felt drawn to it.
I started walking, following the moon that shone ahead of me. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to keep going.
And then, I saw something that made me jump again. A figure standing under a tree.
I felt scared, but I kept walking. The figure didn't move.
I kept walking, trying not to show my fear. The figure still didn't move, but I could feel its eyes on me.
I approached the tree, and the figure revealed itself to be a tall, thin man with dark eyes that seemed to see right through me.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
The man didn't answer, but he took a step forward. I could see that his eyes were different, that they had a strange, almost animalistic shape.
I backed away, trying to protect myself. But the man didn't seem to notice my movement. He kept moving forward, his eyes fixed on me.
Suddenly, he stopped and raised his head. He looked at the moon, and I saw his face transform. His eyes became brighter, and his nose turned into a muzzle.
I backed away, terrified. The man was turning into a wolf before my eyes.
I wanted to run, but my legs were paralyzed. I couldn't move; I could only watch the wolf-man standing in front of me.
And then, he spoke. His voice was low and hoarse, but I could understand his words.
"You are one of them," he said. "You are one of us."
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what he meant.
But before I could ask a question, the wolf-man transformed again. He became a man again, and he looked at me with dark eyes.
"Come with me," he said. "I will show you the truth."
I hesitated, but something about him made me trust him. I nodded, and I followed him into the night.
I will continue chapter 1 with more details and intrigue.
I followed the man through the forest, the trees surrounding us on all sides. The moon was high in the sky, and its glow illuminated our path. I could smell the scent of the forest, a smell of earth and dead leaves.
We walked in silence for a while, the man saying nothing. I wondered where he was taking me and what he wanted to show me. I looked around, trying to take note of the details of our surroundings. The trees seemed to grow taller and darker as we went on.
Finally, we arrived at a clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a large house, with lighted windows. The house seemed to be made of stone and wood, with a red tile roof. It looked old but well-maintained.
The man stopped in front of the house and turned to me.
"This is where you will learn the truth," he said. "This is where you will discover what you really are."
I looked at him, curious. What was I going to learn? What was I going to discover?
The man smiled and opened the door to the house.
"Come in," he said. "The truth awaits you."
I hesitated for a moment, but something about him made me trust him. I nodded and entered the house.
Inside, the house was warm and welcoming. There was a large fire burning in the fireplace, and candles lit the walls. The air was filled with the smell of burning wood and cooking.
The man followed me inside and closed the door behind us. He led me to a large dining room, where a table was set with dishes and glasses.
"Sit down," he said. "I'm going to tell you a story."
I sat down at the table, curious. What story was he going to tell me?
The man sat down opposite me and began to speak.
"A long time ago," he said, "there was a tribe of werewolves who lived in these forests. They were powerful and intelligent, and they lived in harmony with nature."
He paused, looking around the room.
"They had a leader," he continued, "a great werewolf named Lycaon. He was wise and just, and he loved his people."
He looked into my eyes.
"Luna was special," he said. "She had a gift, a gift that allowed her to communicate with animals."
He paused again, looking around the room.
"Luna loved animals," he continued. "She loved them more than anything in the world. And the animals loved her too."
He looked into my eyes.
"Luna was the key," he said. "The key to understanding werewolves and their world."
He smiled.
"And now," he said, "I'm going to tell you something very important."
He leaned forward, his face very close to mine.
"You are Luna's descendant," he said. "You are the last descendant of the werewolf tribe."
I looked at him, shocked. What did he mean?
The man smiled and leaned back.
"You have a role to play," he said. "A very important role."
He got up and walked to the window.
"The moon is full," he said. "It's time to begin."
He turned to me.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
I looked at him, hesitant. What was...